And I’m not interested, got it?’ she glared at me. A glare that made my tingle vanish as well as anything else that had started there. She then wa...ks back to her seat and watching her ass my arousal starts right back up. What can I say, you can’t fight the hormones. We both kept our distance and continued to take care of our respective laundry. The night continued and soon we were the only people left in the building. She was finishing up her laundry and started looking my way, this started to. She took hold of my stiff cock and guided it towards her opening. Slowly she let herself slide down onto it, filling herself with my manhood. She closed her eyes and sat there smiling in pleasure, impaled on my cock. Her hips began to rock back and forth slightly. After a bit her hips pumped harder. She started to bounce up and down a little. She said, “I love your big black cock, it makes me feel like such a slut to be with you.” I kept looking down, watching my cock slide in and out of. So you have the idea, 13 years of knowing Carrie. Shestill turns heads and I still love her but I began torealise that I had married her because she looked likethe boys I had met at school. I also realised I waslooking at schoolboys more and more when I was out onmy own and wondering whether their cocks were big,whether they came much, how they kissed and what theylooked like naked. Now I am sorry to upset thepaedophiles amongst you but I am not talking littleboys here, I am talking grown up 16. Nice as Rob was, he didn't make her nipples, hard like that, or, make her tummy churn like it was, right then. "Pint of Guinness, and drinks for these two love birds, Walter please." Kevin asked the landlord. "And, to be sure, make them alcohol...not these pop things they have now" "Oh Kevin. I'm going back to work in half an hour...ill be slurring my words if I have a drink" Anne protested. Rob was saying nothing as he was a little bit uncomfortable in the bigger, older mans company. He knew.